(I am working the fitting room on a particularly busy day. Our store is pretty small, but many customers bring in their giant shopping carts in from the store next to us. A particular woman has parked her cart right in the middle of the entrance to the fitting room. A man is waiting for his wife and notices the cart.)

Customer: “Whose cart is that?”

Me: “Another customer’s, I believe.”

Customer: “That shouldn’t be there. I work construction. That’s a fire hazard!”

Me: “I don’t disagree, sir, but unfortunately I’m not allowed to ban carts from the store. I also don’t know who it belongs to.”

(At this point, the cart’s owner’s kids start trying to play on the cart, running into me, the racks of clothes and the walls. I try to get them to stop, but they don’t listen.)

Customer: “Man, that sucks. Can I say something? Because that’s just f***ing rude!”

Me:*laughing* “Sir, I can’t, but feel free to talk to her if you want.”